Date: Tue, 26 Oct 2010 17:48:15 EDT
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: Pit Stops #10
Hey, guys ... I thought this series had ended -- but I recently made a
trip down to Tennessee, Arkansas, and Mississippi, and had some things
happen that, once again, I have to tell you about.
First I need to remind you that you know the rules... if you're under 18 or
in a geo-political environment that does not allow you to read homo-erotic
porn (yes.. that's what they call this)... please click on the little red
'x' at the top right of your screen ...and then turn your g-rated DVD back
on.
For the rest of you horny guys ... read it and ... well ... do what you
wanna do....
Before you start, however, I do need to add the 'legal cover' by saying
that this is a fantasy and does not reflect any actual instances (sure,
yeah) -- and all characters are purely fictional (sure, yeah, again). And
I guess I ought to add the reminder that this is fiction (right!) and we
don't have to be SAFE ... but in real life you do. Don't take chances, put
a raincoat on.
Pit Stops #10 -- Southern Hospitality!
In most of these stories, I've been heading north (or south) on the NY
State Thruway - or even the Garden State Parkway in New Jersey. This time,
however, I was on the road between Little Rock (AR) and Jackson (MS) when I
pulled into a rest area.
Unfortunately, the actual road-side restrooms were closed for renovation
and there were those portable johns lined up - three outside each of the
men's and women's doorways.
As I pulled of the highway into the area, I saw a guy I would judge to be
in his early-to-mid forties climb out of his sparkling new F-250 and head
toward the johnies. His back was to me from when he climbed out until he
opened the door to the potty and went in. What I could see, however,
looked pretty inviting - about 5'10" with a nicely slim, toned, farm-boy
body in faded jeans, a loose t-shirt, and tan boots. His hair was cut
short and appeared to be sun-bleached from his work in the nearby cotton
and soy bean fields and there was a definite "V" shape to his broad
shoulders and trim hips. I was just wishing I could have seen what it
looked like from the front.
As I pulled into ta marked slot and parked my rental, a thought just came
to mind.
I've seen times before when someone goes into one of those portables and
just neglects to lock the door. "Hmmm," I thought, "...wonder if he did.
Maybe I can do something about that."
Getting out of my car, I walked over to the same john that I had seen him
enter, and I saw that the little sign over the handle said "OPEN" (not
"LOCKED"). HOT DAMN!! It's just like I wrote the script.
Reaching up, I grabbed the handle and pulled the door open (well...that's
what it said to do).
What I saw surprised me about as much as it did the shocked guy inside.
He was not just standing there pissing into the little mini-urinal, he had
a full erection and was stroking it!
When the door opened, he half turned toward me. His eyes were as big as
saucers, his mouth was open, and he stopped mid-stroke, only to end up with
his cock aimed directly at me.
"Oh...Oh....sorry," I muttered, as I took in a rather close-up view of what
appeared to be 7-8 inches of beautifully uncut manmeat. The foreskin was
pulled about halfway back to the crown and the bluish-tinted, wet-looking,
head and it's slit was slightly open in sort of a figure-8. A tiny,
shining drop of dew was at the bottom of the '8' and about to drip from
there.
Not moving an inch, I looked up to his still contorted face and stammered -
not from having accidentally opened the door, which I hadn't, but from that
electric shock that ran down from my eyeballs straight to my cock and balls
at the sight of that delicious looking piece of flesh.
"Unh....oh...the door didn't say anyone was in here... guess you forgot to
lock it."
His face was still frozen in a mixture of shock and embarrassment.
Seizing the chance, I chuckled and asked, "you need help with that?"
He quickly thawed, his face turning all shades of red. "No thanks," he
muttered. What he didn't realize was that he had now waved his cock around
a bit and the drop of pre-cum nectar had left its nest and was making a
long, silvery string down toward his boots.
Reaching for the inside door handle with his left hand, his right hand
still gripping his cock, he started to close the door.
Seeing my opportunity disappearing, I repeated my offer. "You sure you
don't need help with that?" I said, looking him straight in the eye.
"You some kind of a fucking queer?!?" he spluttered.
Noting that he had already simply said "No thanks" and hadn't even tried to
hide his cock yet, I took another chance. "Guess I am," I replied, "so do
you still not want some help with that?"
Hesitating again, and then looking down at me, he couldn't help but notice
that there was a tent forming in my jeans on the left side of the zipper.
Frowning a bit, he lifted his eyes back to mine and said, "You are serious,
aren't you."
Before I could say anything in reply, he stepped backwards, making room for
me to climb in with him. Then he closed the door and, this time, he made
sure it was locked.
Reaching over, I put the lid down over the open hole and sat down on it.
He was still standing there with his hand on his dick, looking a mixture of
confused and curious. "I never did this, but...." he said softly.
"Well, consider this your lucky day," I replied, as my left hand snaked out
and, pushing his own hand away, wrapped around that silk-covered iron
shaft.
"Ohhhhh, shit!" I thought. "This is wonderful!" as he slowly turned
toward me.
Slowly my hand moved to push his foreskin forward before I pulled it back
over the entire head. Repeating that several times, I couldn't resist it
any longer. My head was drawn like a magnet to that throbbing missle and
suddenly my mouth opened and enclosed it's end.
As I went "Mmmmmmmm" through my nose over the feel and taste of his raging
hot poker, he gave an equal response with his mouth opening and his breath
exhaling in an audible "Ooooooohhhhh!"
I really don't know who was enjoying it more - him or me. I opened one eye
and looked up to see he had his own eyes tightly shut, just enveloped in
the feelings permeating his whole being from the sensations of warm wetness
on his swollen, jerking rod.
As I began to move my lips back and forth over the top few inches of his
staff, my tongue was working around and under his head, playing a tune on
that super-sensative spot just below the slit. He just kept making
guttural and mewing sounds.
Reaching up, I unbuckled his belt and opened the top button of his jeans so
that I could pull them down out of the way. Expecting to have to pull off
his cock to get his shorts down over that kingly scepter, I was surprised
to find that he was free-balling - so no need to stop sucking.
This was obviously his first time. He was spaced-out so far, he couldn't
form real words. He couldn't say things like, "Yeah, man, suck that cock!
Or Eat that fucker, bitch!" which was okay with me - I don't like those
demeaning comments just because I like to suck a cock.
'Awwwwwww...FUCK!!!" he finally managed to get out semi-coherently.
"Jeezus, man, I never thought it would be this good!!
Awwwwwwww....FUCK!!!"
Pulling off momentarily, I replied, "You ain't seen nothin' yet."
With that, I moved forward, filling my mouth with saliva, and then engulfed
that baby right to the root. His whole body went rigid as he all but
shouted, "GOOOODDDD GOD !!!"
I actually surprised myself as well. I'm not usually very good at
deep-throating... but this situation called for extreme measures, and my
mouth, throat, and gag-reflex all cooperated for once.
As I began using my swallow muscles, his legs started to vibrate. He
reached forward and grabbed my head - not so much to pull me tighter, but
just to maintain his upright stance.
"Ohhhh....sweet jeezus... Awwwwww mannnnnn.....awwwwww mannnnnnnnn," he
grunted.
Pulling back I went to work on the head and last couple inches of shaft
again. His knees started to buckle, but he regained his balance. Then I
went back down until my nose was buried in his light brown pubes.
By then I had also reached up with my right hand and found a nice loose
scrotum with two egg-sized balls inside and began to cup and pull on them.
As I was again swallowing that marvelous meat, I felt his nuggets begin to
retract and lift out of my hand. He was definitely getting close.
"I'm getting close," he stuttered, confirming my take. "Oh, SHITTTTTT!!
I'm gonna CUM!!! I'm gonnnnnnnnaaaa CUMMMMMM!"
Pulling back again to the last few inches, I ratcheted my hoover up to high
gear and damned near sucked his eyeballs out from the inside down.
He couldn't hold it any longer .... "FUCK !! FUCK!!! OOoooooooo, FUCK!"
he groaned as I felt the tube on the underside widen as his incredibly
sweet, full-bodied flavor filled my mouth. I didn't bother to count
(actually I really never do), but damn was that both a flood and high
tide!!
Leaning back against the fiberglass wall to keep from just falling down, he
shook his head, opened his eyes and looked at me. "Holy, SHIT!! That was
incredible!!" he muttered between heaving breaths.
"Wish I could say, 'wait til next time'," I said, "...but I won't be back
through here again for some time."
"So... are you in a hurry now?" he asked. "I have a pretty fast
'recovery', you know. Give me ten minutes and we can have that 'next
time'."
"Not really ..." I answered, adding "that's just about the amount of time I
need to take care of something myself."
Standing up and turning toward the mini-urinal that he had been working at
when I opened the door, I unzipped my jeans and pulled my aching, hard cock
out and started to stroke myself to relieve a bit of backup.
Then I got the surprise of my life !!!
"Here, let help," he whispered into my right ear as his right hand reached
around, pushed my hand away, and started to stroke me. Even more of a
surprise was when his left hand also reached around me and began to
unbuckle my belt and then open the top button of my jeans as well. When he
pushed them down to my thighs and began to fondle my big low-hangers, I
could feel the cold, wet of his only semi-aroused cock against my ass
cheek.
"You've done this before?" I whispered back to him.
"Well... I had a couple buddies back in high school that we used to jerk
off with each other and sometimes we'd do each other...but there never was
any sucking. That really was my first time."
"Hot damn!" I thought. "I did get a virgin cock."
About that time he let loose of my dick and pulled his hand back behind me.
Then I heard him spit - apparently into his hand - before he reached back
around and began to stroke me again, this time with his saliva-lube. As he
fondled and pulled on my babymakers, I leaned back against his warm, t-
shirt covered chest and put the side of my head to his left cheek. He
didn't move or push me away.
In fact he seemed to double his efforts on my package. I also could tell
that by now he was fully hard again as his hot, blood-filled rod slipped
into the crack between my ass cheeks. That's all it took to send my mind
down a new bit of road.
"You ever fucked anybody?" I asked.
"Sure... I've fucked a lot of girls ...and I'm married, if you didn't
notice the ring."
Of course, I had seen that gold band, which made the earlier fun that much
more fun.
The little bit of conversation had resulted in his slowing down a bit -
with the side effect of my getting back away from my impending climax.
That would work out fine.
"No. I mean have you ever fucked another guy?"
"No...uhhh...are you suggesting what I think you are?" he queried.
"Do you think you might like that?" I prompted.
"I've read about and seen it in some videos online, but never really
thought about me doing it," he answered.
"Well...do you think you would like it?" I continued.
"Hell, yeah... let's give it a try," he answered right away. "How do we do
this?"
"I'm going to bend over the seat there, and you spit on your cock this time
to lube it. Then just put it to the hole and push...but be slow when you
do. I'll guide you."
"Oh, okay," he said as he moved back to give me some room to maneuver.
Once I was in position, he moved back behind me and I could feel the tip of
his cock as it slipped up and down in my valley until it was just about
over my rosebud. I reached back and gripping his shaft, I moved it
slightly until it was 'on target'. "Now push," I instructed.
Almost instinctively, he reached forward and grasped my hips in both hands
as he pushed his groin forward and the head of his cock pressed inward.
After a couple more tries, I turned back and said, "add some more spit."
Leaning back, from me, I heard the sound of him doing as instructed, only
this time he didn't do it into his hand and rub it on his cock, he dropped
a nice dollop right into my crack. He then began to rub his tip up and
down the crack to shove the lube onto my pucker before he put it back on
the target and started to press forward again.
This time it slipped into the entryway and began to move deeper.
"Wait just a sec," I said, "....now slow and easy does it."
Following my instructions, he began to slowly push himself further and
further into the furnace of my mancunt.
"MMMMmmmmmmm. OHhhhhhhhh FUCK!! That's hot!!!" he groaned.
About that time, he stopped as I felt his pubes tickling my crack. He had
all that lean mean fucking machine buried to the hilt. I now felt his
balls bounce against the back of my own.
"Oh, yeah, baby.... Ohhhh that is sooooo good," I crooned. "Now fuck it!!"
I ordered.
...and he did. Of course he knew how to do it once it was inside a warm
sheath - whether cunt or asshole. He was pounding me and moaning and
groaning and "Awwww shit"ing and making all those other sounds that come
with a good fuck. I, of course, was making my own sounds like a bottom
that was thoroughly enjoying a good porking, although we were both trying
to be as quiet as we could in case someone came up to use one of the other
johnnies. As it were, several guys (I assume guys) had come up, used one,
and left - and no one had stopped to bang on the side of the one we were
in, so I guess we were doing okay.
Anyway, his rooting and slamming was gaining intensity when he reached
around, grabbed my still hard cock and began stroking me in tandem to his
thrusts. I leaned up a bit so that I was again in contact with his chest
which by now was lowered almost parallel to my back. That's when I got the
surprise of all the surprises as he began to nibble on my earlobe and neck.
"Oh, shit, guy!! Ohhhh, yeahhhh! Do me!! Do me good!! C'mon...breed
that hole. Juice it up me good, baby. Poke it 'n stroke it. Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah!! Ohhhhh that's good!!" I started to rant.
"Oh, fuck, yeah!!" he replied. "Gonna breed that pussy you got. Gonna
load you so full, it's gonna run out your nose like snot!! Squeeze them
pussy muscles!! OHHHHHHhh FUUUUCKKKK! It's cummin' ....it's
cumming... JEEZEEEEEE. Unghhhh Unghhhh Unghhhh!!!!"
With that, he drove that pile-driving cock in to where I swear there were
pubes and half a ball sack inside the ring! I could feel his cock start to
swell, then jump and jerk inside me as its flood of juices sprayed the
inside of my guts. There was so much of it, I could actually feel the
warmth of his load as it filled what space was forward of his cum slit and
then wrapped itself around his shaft to add it's own lubricant to the last
few remaining pumps.
Finally opening my eyes, I looked down and saw my own jizz all over the
toilet lid and wall behind it. Apparently, I had shot my load during his
climax - and hadn't even noticed it, although I now felt both well fucked
and well drained.
As he began to back away, I reached around and grabbed his hips and held
him in place as I said, "no, don't pull it out. Let it go down and fall
out on its own."
With a quick "oh...okay....oh...yeah" he pushed what had withdrawn back in
and leaned over me again. "...and that was amazing," he added as his lips
brushed the back of my neck.
After almost five minutes, he whispered in my ear, "it's not going down."
"I know," I answered, "I can feel it in there. Guess you know what to do
now."
"Round two?" he half-asked, half-stated.
"Sure 'nuff," I laughed.
...and sure 'nuff, he started to buck his hips again.
I won't go into the details here. Suffice it to say that by the time he
(we) finished that time, he did slide out - along with a good portion of
his offerings. He snagged a couple good handsful of toilet paper, giving
me one to wipe things up and using the other to clean himself. I then
cleaned up the seat and wall from before and all the evidence went down the
hole under the lid.
As we were buttoning and buckling up, he said, "I'm sure glad you opened
the wrong door. This afternoon is going to pass a lot easier now."
"Yeah," I said (and "sure, wrong door" I didn't say).
"Look me up next time you're down this way," he continued. "But maybe we
can find a better place to do this," he chuckled.
"I would love to, but I don't know how to get in touch. Hell...I don't
even know your name."
"No sweat," he stated as he reached in his pocket and pulled out a business
card, handing it to me. "I'm Jeff."
"I'm Peter," I responded as I took the card and read it.
I almost fell out the door as I read, "Jefferson Carter, Investigator,
County Sheriff's Office".
As we stepped out the door, after a quick check to see that no one was
around, "My friends call me 'Snoop'," he added.
"I'll sure make an effort to get back here,...Snoop," I said as we got into
our respetive cars.
"Sure hope so, Peter," he yelled back.
...and waving to each other, we accelerated onto the highway. I headed
toward Jackson as he made a left turn and went back toward town.
The end of another story by CNJShore9
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